I was going to die. I was certain of this now. I was going to die. I was certain of this now. As if the certainty of death isn’t for us all—but I felt as if it were going to come for me sooner than on
“What’s wrong with you” should inspire and delight you now. It should make you say, in a haughty tone back to its owner, nothing—I’m just perfect. Mother often asked me “what’s wrong with me,” as if
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